Re: speaking of Yosuke Can't Stop
anonymous
May 6 2012, 13:33:23 UTC
When Yosuke went over to the Dojima residence that day, he didn't expect any of this to happen. It was just a retrieving mission, that's all-just him going over to collect some of his things that he forgot from when Souji was still around. It shouldn't of been hard, really-open the front door, run upstairs, enter Souji's old room, grab his stuff leave. That's all it would take.
But when he went into Souji's bedroom, he felt a weight make itself comfortable on his sholders. They had so many memories in this room, after all, and everything...everything was exactly as Souji left it, as if he had never even left in the first place. He could just sit up here and wait for him, and Souji would come home from tutoring or working or fishing and say hey, what're you doing here? And he'd say what, a guy can't visit his partner on a Saturday night? And then they'd hang out and do whatever the felt like, sometimes work on homework (which Yosuke always loathed doing), sometimes play video games (where Souji would always kick his ass, the cheeky bastard), sometimes build those stupid toy robot models (which Yosuke actually enjoyed doing, but he'd never say that out loud, especially not to Souji), sometimes just sit around and talk.
He knew better though; Souji wasn't here anymore. But still, the schoolbooks lay on the desk neatly stacked and organized in the corner, the videogame system pushed to the side of the TV unplugged, the models sat on the shelf collecting dust, and Yosuke couldn't believe...just couldn't believe that...that...
He fell to the ground on his knees, head cast downward and hands grasping his pants tightly. Why? Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't he just stand up and search the room and do what he had to do? What he came here to do? Why was it so fucking hard?
"Yosuke-nii, are you okay?" Nanako said softly, trying no to be too loud. Apparently she had entered the room. Yosuke didn't even hear her come in.
Yosuke sniffles and wiped his nose with his sleeve. "Y-yeah, Nanako-chan, I'm alright...nothing's wrong." He wished he sounded more convincing, but he doubted the quivering in his voice would go unnoticed.
Nanako hesitated. "Are...are you crying?" Oh god he was, wasn't he, crying and shaking and damnit, this isn't good, I can't cry in front of Nanako, I have to be the strong one here, if Souji were here, he'd never-
Yosuke's thoughts stopped as soon as he felt a small arm wrap itself around his sholders and another one place it's tiny hand on his head. Nanako was in front of him, holding him in a loose embrace. "It'll be okay, Yosuke-nii...it'll be okay..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was comforting, and the hand on his head began to move slowly back and forth in a motherly matter. Softly petting his head, Nanako kept whispering barely audiable nothings of 'it'll be alright' and 'you're okay, Yosuke-nii' and 'please don't cry'. Lifting his arms from his lap, Yosuke embraced her, his head on her tiny sholder and arms around her waist. She let her chin rest on top of his head, her hand still smoothing his hair. They sat there, in Souji's room, for what seemed like hours, holding each other and never thinking about letting go.
Eventually, Yosuke felt small, warm teardrops fall on his head.
But when he went into Souji's bedroom, he felt a weight make itself comfortable on his sholders. They had so many memories in this room, after all, and everything...everything was exactly as Souji left it, as if he had never even left in the first place. He could just sit up here and wait for him, and Souji would come home from tutoring or working or fishing and say hey, what're you doing here? And he'd say what, a guy can't visit his partner on a Saturday night? And then they'd hang out and do whatever the felt like, sometimes work on homework (which Yosuke always loathed doing), sometimes play video games (where Souji would always kick his ass, the cheeky bastard), sometimes build those stupid toy robot models (which Yosuke actually enjoyed doing, but he'd never say that out loud, especially not to Souji), sometimes just sit around and talk.
He knew better though; Souji wasn't here anymore. But still, the schoolbooks lay on the desk neatly stacked and organized in the corner, the videogame system pushed to the side of the TV unplugged, the models sat on the shelf collecting dust, and Yosuke couldn't believe...just couldn't believe that...that...
He fell to the ground on his knees, head cast downward and hands grasping his pants tightly. Why? Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't he just stand up and search the room and do what he had to do? What he came here to do? Why was it so fucking hard?
"Yosuke-nii, are you okay?" Nanako said softly, trying no to be too loud. Apparently she had entered the room. Yosuke didn't even hear her come in.
Yosuke sniffles and wiped his nose with his sleeve. "Y-yeah, Nanako-chan, I'm alright...nothing's wrong." He wished he sounded more convincing, but he doubted the quivering in his voice would go unnoticed.
Nanako hesitated. "Are...are you crying?" Oh god he was, wasn't he, crying and shaking and damnit, this isn't good, I can't cry in front of Nanako, I have to be the strong one here, if Souji were here, he'd never-
Yosuke's thoughts stopped as soon as he felt a small arm wrap itself around his sholders and another one place it's tiny hand on his head. Nanako was in front of him, holding him in a loose embrace. "It'll be okay, Yosuke-nii...it'll be okay..."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but it was comforting, and the hand on his head began to move slowly back and forth in a motherly matter. Softly petting his head, Nanako kept whispering barely audiable nothings of 'it'll be alright' and 'you're okay, Yosuke-nii' and 'please don't cry'. Lifting his arms from his lap, Yosuke embraced her, his head on her tiny sholder and arms around her waist. She let her chin rest on top of his head, her hand still smoothing his hair. They sat there, in Souji's room, for what seemed like hours, holding each other and never thinking about letting go.
Eventually, Yosuke felt small, warm teardrops fall on his head.
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